The Distant Metropolis

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The mist did not clear in the highlands; it merely thinned, revealing the grey teeth of the stone paths that Elias Thorne had walked for twenty years. He was forty-two, a border warden whose joints ached with the damp, and he stood at the edge of the old mill, his hand resting on the hilt of a revolver he hoped he would never use. His pension depended on this. The Crown had promised him a...

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